I remember the tree's leaf's rustling in the wind, How the sunlight penetrated the space between them. When the breeze was cold, and the sun was Warm. I remember the sounds of those leafs; Regrowing, Sprouting. How they were so innocent, seperated by the space. When they were so young. I remember the Cold Dew morning, the moist air, Saturated. How the Grass was wet, Towered by the opening roses. When the walks were pleasant and quiet. I remember the Voices surrounding me, and resonating thoughts. How they were sweet as a fruit but plentiful. When the beauty of life sprang. I remember the Drowsy Desk-work done, How they were replaced with Imaginations of love. When I couldn't think, but being so confident. I remember how the lonely walks that shined in the sun were, How they were Silent joy's of sweet words. When the Sunrise was a joy, and unwilling to set. I remember how the Summer heat waved over, How it was a Grinding friction. When it was a fire, burning wood. I remember the lonely walks that burned my skin, How the heat dried me. When It was a cooling wind, smothering. I remember the Flashlight lit writings, How they were covered in sheets. When I was going out of my mind. I remember the setting sun filling the sky, How it was overcasting, and Overshadowing. When Stumbling home after dusk. I remember the Dark nights washed in blurry streetlights, How confusion and frustration begets Ink When Flashlights were muffled lowlight. I remember when the Darkest nights has passed, How the Surroundings were missing a single part; When the Leafs were turning to brown I remember the voices, All but empty except of questions How a Mystery became an indecisive flavor. When the Crimson Sunrise hid an invisible mirror I remember the Cold Dewy morning, The moisture, the Saturation. How The water dripped down and fed the grass. When the sky was a deeper blue. I remember the sounds of rustling leafs that basked in the wind, How they Ruffled and endured. When the Fall setting came with it. I remember the Leafs Rustling against each other, How they turned from life to Decay, And When they fell upon the area around. And I walk to see the vibrant Spring had changed When the time to perserve one's self, How the Tree's Drop extra to live. And I walk among fallen leafs, Crackling below me. Looking down, I smile, but not a Word. The absence of Then and Now. I turned around, remembering the tree's Leafs, When they were once green, How I was once filled with life. Walking alone, The smile and apple-sweet words, I hear not anymore. Silhouette to abyss, I head forward. Comments or suggestions anyone? Thanks for reading if you did. I hoped you enjoyed too.